A/N: Learning from the tears and the mistakes, We're not perfect but we've come such a long way (Soldier - James TW)
DISCLAIMER: SVU and all related plot/characters originally belong to Dick Wolf. This story is allllllllllllllll mine. © TStabler
"Are you coming to bed, sometime soon, or are you gonna stand there all night?" He asks the question with a grin on his face, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he leans against the frame of the door.
She laughs, but doesn't move from her spot in front of the crib. She has a stuffed patchwork rabbit in her hands, running her fingers along one of its tattered ears. "This is…" she sniffles, alerting him to the fact that she's crying, and she shrugs. "This is perfect." She looks around the room and takes in the beauty of the simple white walls, pale green trim and yellow molding. Her eyes travel over the pieces of hand-me-down furniture, including the crib and changing table that homed all four of Elliot's other kids. Her heart thumps, one hand moves from the bunny to her belly.
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he says, and he pulls on the drawstrings of his grey sweatpants as he starts to move.
She hears his soft footfalls and closes her eyes as he wraps her in his arms and drops his head to her shoulder. She nuzzles into him as she drops the bunny into the crib, and leans back, loving the way he feels firm behind her. "I called my mother," she says, and she waits for his reaction.
He nods, his chin rolls into the crook of her neck. "I was in the room," he says as he kisses her cheek. "I heard you tell her, I heard you laugh, I heard...and saw...you were happy. She was happy." He kisses her cheek again, then cranes forward to kiss her lips. "Hm?"
She nods, her smile warms as she turns her head to look at him. She can't help herself, and her hands slip up and down his chest, over his muscles. "She never thought she'd see the day someone not only roped me into marrying him but that I'd have kids some time this century." She chuckles, kisses him, and says, "To be honest, neither did I."
He smirks more wickedly as he pulls her closer, smooths one hand up her back and slips it around the back of her neck, and he kisses her deeply. "You didn't, until you met me, right?" he jokes. He sees the look in her eyes and he sighs. "Yeah, uh, I know I was…"
She stops him with a kiss and shakes her head. "We're here, now," she says, telling him she doesn't want to talk about the what-ifs or think about the way things were. "Kathy's father is...nice. He was so nice, and I didn't expect…" she sighs. "Well, I didn't expect him to be nice to me, anyway."
"Kathy's over it," he tells her as he smooths her hair back. "You know she loves you, Liv. She's actually excited about the baby. She said she's gonna enjoy watching me try to raise a kid that's got my attitude and yours." He chuckles and kisses her forehead. "Besides, there's no reason for anyone to hate you, remember…"
"You weren't innocent, you were two seconds away from…" she raises an eyebrow as he presses a finger to her lips.
"No one knows about that," he tells her with a wink. He takes a deep breath and looks around the nursery, and he sighs as he shakes his head. "This room is perfect. I can't believe the kids did this."
She drops her head into his chest and nods, and she says, "Dickie was so cute, he was covered head to toe in paint and he looked so proud," she laughs, and she whispers, "I love you."
"I love you," he returns, "And I love this little miracle." He wraps his hands around her stomach and brushes their noses together. "Everything is so fucking perfect, right now," he whispers and he says, "Everything I have ever fucking wanted, is right here," he breathes. "In my arms." He pulls her tighter and sighs as he starts to rock with her, and he hums a familiar song.
She grins. "That's the song that was playing…"
"Yup," he says, and he hums some more, swaying more with her.
Her mind travels back to that night in Syracuse, the way he danced her around the living room, sang to her, laid her down in front of the fireplace, kissed her the way no one ever had and how they'd almost taken things way too far and blown the entire case. She sniffles and looks up at him, her reddening eyes watering and her lower lip trembling slightly. "I love you," she says softly. "So much."
He smiles at her, kisses her again, and he starts to move her out of the new nursery and into the hallway, his fingers skimming along the edges of her plaid pajama pants. He stops her just outside their bedroom door. He pulls lightly on her pants as he kicks the door open.
She gasps slightly as the fabric bunches around her ankles, but she kicks her pants off and lets him pull her top up over her head. Her own hands work to shove down his sweats, and she moans when she feels his dick bob against her wrist.
He moves his legs, shirking away his pants, and he kisses her roughly as he gives her a light shove onto the bed. He's silent, except for a few moans, as he palms her slightly rounded stomach and works his hips between her thighs. "I love you," he says, "So fucking much."
She closes her eyes, her head falls back, she feels him push into her slowly and deeply. "God, I love you."
He grunts once, hitting as far as he can, and as he pulls out he wraps his arms tightly around her upper body, buries his head in the bend of her neck, latches onto a soft patch of skin, and then starts to thrust at an intensely powerful pace.
She moans in time with his grunts, whimpers when he growls. The way he's holding her is purely possessive and desperate. The force of his thrusts is needy and she answers every feral cry with one of her own.
He needs her closer, tighter against him, and he curls into her as much as he can. He grunts once when she hikes her legs up higher on his back, and he speeds up his thrusts. It's fast, furious, and so incredibly amazing. "Liv, fuck, baby. God, Liv."
Her cries echo his and her body seizes, her nails dig into his back, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she says, "Oh, my God, Elliot."
His entire body becomes one flexed muscle, his skin turns red, the veins pop out of his arms, neck, chest, forehead, and he growls as he cums with a ferocity that surprises him. He clutches her to him as he stills and fires into her, and he knows if she wasn't already pregnant, this would have made her.
She pants as she skims her hands up and down his back, their matching quick pulses loud in their ears. She gasps when he flips them over, but drops her head limply against his chest. She has no energy to argue.
His torso rises and falls, taking her head with it, his fingers playing in the damp waves of her hair. With closed eyes and a sated smile, he chuckles and says, "God damn, baby, I love you."
She laughs breathlessly, her arms draped over his slick body, and she places soft kisses to his chest as she settles against him more completely.
It's not a long enough time, but they manage to get some sleep before both of their phones start ringing. He winces and moves first, rubbing his eyes as he shoots out a hand. He reaches for his phone on the side table, grabbing hers with it. He lifts his head to press against hers with a heavy breath, and he answers his phone and brings it to his ear. With another deep sigh, he gripes, "Stabler," and softly kisses her as she answers her own call.
"All right," she replies to her caller, closing her eyes in disappointment. She's annoyed but thankful that she had some time to revel in the fact that her life had finally become what she'd wanted it to, with the only man she'd ever loved. "We'll be right there." She hangs up and shakes her head. "Well, it was a good night, while it lasted."
He chuckles and says, "Fucking amazing," as his hands drive up her naked body.
"Don't start," she says, rolling her eyes and biting her lip. She pushes off of him and seethes as he slips out of her, and on wobbly legs, she walks over to the closet. Stifling a yawn, she screws up her face. "I'm gonna need to start wearing your shirts to work," she jokes, pulling one of her own off of a hanger.
He laughs as he walks over to her, and he reaches for a pair of khaki pants. "I told you, I'll take you shopping. Tomorrow." He kisses the back of her head, and they dress each other in silence, sharing soft kisses and sweet caresses, both hating the fact they need to go to work, but loving that they get to do it together.
He pulls on his tie and slips his socked feet into his shoes, and then turns to her. "You're glowing," he tells her with a tilt of his head. "You're absolutely glowing." He leans over and kisses her forehead, and then he holds the door for her.
She smiles as she leaves the room, running her fingers through her hair, and she says, "I feel different. I can't explain it, I don't even know...I'm not even that far into this, but I feel...like a mother." She presses her lips together.
He pulls her close and kisses her gently. "Because you are a mother," he whispers. "You have been an amazing mother to the kids, for almost a year. You're only letting yourself realize how incredibly real and permanent this all is, and that we get to raise this little one, from the very beginning, together." He cups her chin, sighs, and kisses her one last time. "Let's go," he says, and he smacks her ass lightly to get her moving down the hall toward the stairs.
As her laugh fades, he narrows his eyes. He fishes his phone out of his pocket again, staring at the screen for a moment. He bites his lip as he fires off a quick text to Morales, hoping he can get some information on the last incoming call. Olivia may have gotten an assignment from Cragen, but the person that called him wanted something else entirely.
A/N: Oop? What?
